Post by Reaper on Aug 12, 2010 16:01:16 GMT -6
Deep darkness is seen as some candles and a little candle light comes into view. We see Reaper sitting on a throne like chair stroking his goatee and looking off into the distance. He turns his head slowly and looks at the camera. He leans forward in his seat a little and addresses the masses.
Everywhere I go, people just can't stop asking me questions about why I did what I did. I came to the realization that... I don't owe any of you idiots any sort of explanation at all. What good would it accomplishment anyway? You morons couldn't even begin to understand my reasonings. Cyanide was always the weak link and sooner or later he was going to have to be dealt with. The manner and place of his demise is of no consequence, the only thing that matters now is where I plan on going now. Enter the Perfect World. You see, for years Matt and I have had a rocky relationship at best, and its always been because his head was too big to understand that he needed help to achieve the kind of success that he wanted. My job is to help set him on the right path, and this week at Guy's Night Out, he'll see my teaching methods. And while I'm not overly thrilled at the fact that its yet another tag match with a partner that, honestly doesn't need nor do I have any desire to team with, the fact remains that I don't plan on playing nice with my opponents. Those opponents being James Jackson, who's been having a hell of a time here in SNW lately and Jack Clinton... the current Texas Champion.
Now as I said, I don't have any desire to team with my partner, because Tyler Guevara is one of those guys that isn't smart enough to understand outside of black and white. Theres things he needs to learn and trying to identify or pity me isn't the thing he needs to be doing. He should be focusing on his task at hand and thats preparing for a match with two guys that, no matter how I feel about them, are a genuine threat on any given day. You see Tyler, BOTH of our opponents this week have been somewhere you haven't been. On top of the moutain. They've been the top dog before and with Clinton its current. As a matter of fact, in this match YOU are the only one that hasn't been THE MAN. You'd think that you, even with your attitude, could respect that you are the underdog. You mentioned how I used to make fun of you and laugh at you... well guess what kid, I still do. We're not friends, we're not even close Tyler. You were a guy that showed massive promise and at every opprotunity you've dropped the ball. Did you ever seek my help? No. It blows my mind that even though me and Matt are trying to patch up some old problems, you still want to live on old wounds you have with me. So as far as I see it, Matt may like you being in the Perfect World, but if you fail me or get in my way, I'll put you out quicker than a destroyed Cyanide.
But, hey, lets not get off topic here. The real reason I'm here is to talk about Jack Clinton and James Jackson. Now, like I said, these guys on any given day are deadly opponents. But they lack the cohesiveness as well. They haven't really ever seen eye to eye, so it should be fun to watch that break down... unless I have to kill Tyler on my side and take them on by myself. Now with James Jackson... for some reason he's been VERY hit and miss here in SNW. A far cry from what I used to see of him in UHW. Perhaps he's having trouble adjusting.. or more likely, he's lost a step. What happened to you James. Not used to having to work this hard to stay in the spot light? Not as easy as it looks is it kid? I've busted my ass to reach the top all by myself for years even in places where I was told it was impossible. Fans never had my back, there were no friends.. but I accomplished all of my goals. James, since you've been in SNW, you've accomplished one goal. Granted you've done it twice, but I don't think the Bad Blood belt is the one you were going for was it. Now here you are being forced to team with somebody you don't particularly like... I'd say your time in SNW has been a bunch of bad luck and at Guy's Night Out, your bad luck will continue.. because I will break you down and I will question everything you think you know.
But what to say about Jack Clinton. I mean, heres a guy that works very hard as well. Hell, he's been trying to obtain the Texas Championship for about a year I think. And finally he got it.... after countless numbers of title matches he didn't deserve and countless matches he probably should have won but somehow figured out how to lose. Thats the kind of guy you've always been Jack. You've been the unpredictable person that just when you think he's got a sure win in the bag... it all turns sour. Finally though, I mean here you are the SNW Texas Champion and I bet you feel REAL good don't you?Yes it feels good to finally say you're the best... Been there, Jack. I also know how bad it feels when that belt is just taken from your grasp. You'd know that feeling well if I was the next in line for that belt, but for now, I will have to suffice to just kicking your ass for fun at Guy's Night Out. Sooner or later though, I'm going to get a shot at that belt, and I'm not the type of guy that fails time after time after time. Just a word of warning for ya, Jack. Let this tag match serve as a reminder of what Soul Reaper can do to you in that ring.
Regardless of the outcome this weekend, somebody is getting hurt. I'd prefer it be our opponents, but Tyler, you're not off of my shit list yet. Just do your damn job out there and don't screw with me. If you do, you'll get my boot right up your ass and I'll make sure you never forget that you are still below me kid. You can't identify with me in any way at all, just think of yourself as my lackey and do as you're told. Guy's Night Out will be an experience people... it won't be for the weak at heart and certainly not for the squeamish. I want to see blood flowing as freely as if this were a Ric Flair and Dusty Rhodes street fight. Somebody's gettin hurt this weekend kids... be prepared for war... I'll see you all soon.
Reaper lets out an evil laugh as he gets up out of his throne and walks out of view as the candles blow out after he leaves and we cut out seeing nothing but black and hearing Reaper's evil laugh.
Everywhere I go, people just can't stop asking me questions about why I did what I did. I came to the realization that... I don't owe any of you idiots any sort of explanation at all. What good would it accomplishment anyway? You morons couldn't even begin to understand my reasonings. Cyanide was always the weak link and sooner or later he was going to have to be dealt with. The manner and place of his demise is of no consequence, the only thing that matters now is where I plan on going now. Enter the Perfect World. You see, for years Matt and I have had a rocky relationship at best, and its always been because his head was too big to understand that he needed help to achieve the kind of success that he wanted. My job is to help set him on the right path, and this week at Guy's Night Out, he'll see my teaching methods. And while I'm not overly thrilled at the fact that its yet another tag match with a partner that, honestly doesn't need nor do I have any desire to team with, the fact remains that I don't plan on playing nice with my opponents. Those opponents being James Jackson, who's been having a hell of a time here in SNW lately and Jack Clinton... the current Texas Champion.
Now as I said, I don't have any desire to team with my partner, because Tyler Guevara is one of those guys that isn't smart enough to understand outside of black and white. Theres things he needs to learn and trying to identify or pity me isn't the thing he needs to be doing. He should be focusing on his task at hand and thats preparing for a match with two guys that, no matter how I feel about them, are a genuine threat on any given day. You see Tyler, BOTH of our opponents this week have been somewhere you haven't been. On top of the moutain. They've been the top dog before and with Clinton its current. As a matter of fact, in this match YOU are the only one that hasn't been THE MAN. You'd think that you, even with your attitude, could respect that you are the underdog. You mentioned how I used to make fun of you and laugh at you... well guess what kid, I still do. We're not friends, we're not even close Tyler. You were a guy that showed massive promise and at every opprotunity you've dropped the ball. Did you ever seek my help? No. It blows my mind that even though me and Matt are trying to patch up some old problems, you still want to live on old wounds you have with me. So as far as I see it, Matt may like you being in the Perfect World, but if you fail me or get in my way, I'll put you out quicker than a destroyed Cyanide.
But, hey, lets not get off topic here. The real reason I'm here is to talk about Jack Clinton and James Jackson. Now, like I said, these guys on any given day are deadly opponents. But they lack the cohesiveness as well. They haven't really ever seen eye to eye, so it should be fun to watch that break down... unless I have to kill Tyler on my side and take them on by myself. Now with James Jackson... for some reason he's been VERY hit and miss here in SNW. A far cry from what I used to see of him in UHW. Perhaps he's having trouble adjusting.. or more likely, he's lost a step. What happened to you James. Not used to having to work this hard to stay in the spot light? Not as easy as it looks is it kid? I've busted my ass to reach the top all by myself for years even in places where I was told it was impossible. Fans never had my back, there were no friends.. but I accomplished all of my goals. James, since you've been in SNW, you've accomplished one goal. Granted you've done it twice, but I don't think the Bad Blood belt is the one you were going for was it. Now here you are being forced to team with somebody you don't particularly like... I'd say your time in SNW has been a bunch of bad luck and at Guy's Night Out, your bad luck will continue.. because I will break you down and I will question everything you think you know.
But what to say about Jack Clinton. I mean, heres a guy that works very hard as well. Hell, he's been trying to obtain the Texas Championship for about a year I think. And finally he got it.... after countless numbers of title matches he didn't deserve and countless matches he probably should have won but somehow figured out how to lose. Thats the kind of guy you've always been Jack. You've been the unpredictable person that just when you think he's got a sure win in the bag... it all turns sour. Finally though, I mean here you are the SNW Texas Champion and I bet you feel REAL good don't you?Yes it feels good to finally say you're the best... Been there, Jack. I also know how bad it feels when that belt is just taken from your grasp. You'd know that feeling well if I was the next in line for that belt, but for now, I will have to suffice to just kicking your ass for fun at Guy's Night Out. Sooner or later though, I'm going to get a shot at that belt, and I'm not the type of guy that fails time after time after time. Just a word of warning for ya, Jack. Let this tag match serve as a reminder of what Soul Reaper can do to you in that ring.
Regardless of the outcome this weekend, somebody is getting hurt. I'd prefer it be our opponents, but Tyler, you're not off of my shit list yet. Just do your damn job out there and don't screw with me. If you do, you'll get my boot right up your ass and I'll make sure you never forget that you are still below me kid. You can't identify with me in any way at all, just think of yourself as my lackey and do as you're told. Guy's Night Out will be an experience people... it won't be for the weak at heart and certainly not for the squeamish. I want to see blood flowing as freely as if this were a Ric Flair and Dusty Rhodes street fight. Somebody's gettin hurt this weekend kids... be prepared for war... I'll see you all soon.
Reaper lets out an evil laugh as he gets up out of his throne and walks out of view as the candles blow out after he leaves and we cut out seeing nothing but black and hearing Reaper's evil laugh.
